The whispers didn’t die. By the next day, they were louder, hungrier, like a fire licking higher every time I walked past. Every corner I turned, voices broke off into silence, eyes cutting into me like knives. I was a rumor now, walking proof of something none of them wanted to name. Legacy. Power. Wrong. The words tangled in the air, unspoken but sharp. I clutched my books tighter, kept my eyes on the ground, tried to breathe past the weight pressing down. “You know,” a smooth voice cut through, “the more you hunch like that, the more they’ll eat you alive.” I stopped dead. Cassian leaned lazily against the stone archway leading out of the hall, golden hair catching the lantern light, grin sharp enough to slice. He flicked a coin between his fingers like he had all the time in the world. I tightened my grip on my books. “What do you want?” “Want?” He pushed off the wall, falling into step beside me with too much ease. “Sweetheart, if I wanted anything, you’d already know. I
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